Raziya... watches. Tintin said privacy but well she can enjoy herself while he doesn't go actually looking for it.

The hand Taharqi had initially used to lift Tintin's chin up can now make its way between their bodies to find Tintin's—well, presumably the suit Tintin is wearing will not be a very strong deterrent for an exploratory hand in most ways.

He can feel the outline of Tintin's bulge! Tintin lets out a little squeak.

"Should we - um -" Tintin looks around for cover.

There are occasional trees and shrubbery and boulders. Taharqi identifies the best-looking boulder there and grabs one of Tintin's hands to lead them there.

(Raziya pouts just a little bit at the end of the show. Horan is sitting on the ground and looked entirely too bored.)

Thank you Taharqi.

Once they're behind the rock, Tintin lets out a breath, and finds the button to unseal his suit, and - hesitates - and pushes it. The suit loosens, especially around the collar, and he shucks it in one motion. 

The first thing Taharqi will probably notice is that Tintin doesn't have balls. Not in the fashion of a eunuch, though - instead of an old scar, he has a glistening, pert-lipped pussy. 

Taharqi blinks, and stares a little.

His hard-on twitches.

"Well that is new," he says, sinking to his knees so he can examine it from closer up.

Tintin's cock is standard-issue, though very well formed: about seven inches, pale as the rest of him, a couple of well-placed freckles, foreskin tight around the head. His pussy is similarly aesthetically appealing. The cock sprouts where his clit would be, looking surprisingly natural. Tintin shivers at Taharqi's breath on his crotch.

"Should've warned you, but - it's hard to explain? I was born with female parts, but I'm male, and my people have tech that can fix that - but I didn't want it all the way, for... complicated emotional reasons? And anyway I like having both - they're very sensitive -"

"Are they," he breathes, lifting his right hand to envelop Tintin's cock and fiddle with the head. "I wonder just how sensitive," he says, humming a bit, before giving Tintin's entrance a soft, tentative lick.

Tintin gasps. "Oh - that's very, um, very nice -"

His pussy and his prick both drip more precum. Taharqi can get a good taste. 

Taharqi likes this. This is novel and interesting and different and really, really hot.

His licks become less tentative and he has to fumble a bit due to all the muscle memory—he is not used to eating pussy while jerking that same person off at the same time, but he can adapt from three(or more)somes of his memory and he's soon licking and kissing Tintin's pussy all over and inside while his hand keeps Tintin's cock busy. His left hand—he's gotta multitask, you see—finds Tintin's butt again and grabs it there, for now just to keep him close.

Tintin appreciates all of this very much. He's making a lot of desperate little high-pitched noises.

Tintin is adorable. This was a great decision.

Taharqi stops teasing and goes all in, stiffening his tongue and moving it inside Tintin, sometimes reaching the spot where Tintin's clitoris would be if he had one, and his hand gets pretty damn urgent. He decides that just holding onto Tintin's butt is not enough, so he moves his left hand to his pussy, to finger him and, most importantly, get his fingers as slick with Tintin's juices as he can. He is a man on a mission, and that mission involves fingering Tintin's asshole. So Taharqi leaves that hand there to keep fingering Tintin's pussy for now while his mouth goes up so he can suck Tintin's dick instead. He keeps using his right hand to jerk help the blowjob along, jerking him off in sync with the back and forth movements of his head as he doesn't even stop to tease Tintin's dick before taking it all into his mouth.

Tintin whimpers, and his cock twitches and pulses, but all that comes out is another, larger spurt of pre. "Ff - uh - more - please -"

Taharqi swallows all of the pre, and adds a finger—maybe two?—to Tintin's pussy. He pulls away and looks up at him. "You are incredibly hot," he breathes. "Are you like women, can you come many times, or should I hold back on getting you off until the end?"

"I - I can cum a l-lot of times."

"Wonderful," he says, and proceeds to deepthroat Tintin while fingerfucking him. He can fuck Tintin's ass later.

Tintin will get right back to making lots of noises, then, as he soaks Taharqi's hand with precum and drizzles more down his throat.

Gods, he really is extremely attractive. Taharqi keeps going, backing away from the deepthroat so he can reach a steadier rhythm with his mouth, pumping back and forth with his head and hand as he sucks and jerks Tintin. The lack of a clit is still throwing him a bit but he'll listen for what makes Tintin moan more and figure out the best fingering strategy from there.

...and later he's gonna fuck Tintin's pussy and that is going to be so incredibly hot, even though he's not touching himself his dick is still rock hard and dripping precum onto the ground at the thought of all the things he wants to do to this boy, at the noises he's making, at the delicious precum Tintin keeps giving him...

After his third drawn-out gasping moan, Tintin pants, "A-are you going to fuck me, then, or just - make me cum until I p-pass out from dehydration -"

—he pulls out and grins self-consciously. "I did not realise you were coming! Yes I would love to fuck you, I want to see what this delicious pussy of yours feels like around my dick."

Tintin grins broadly. "I didn't mean to pass judgment, it sounds like a lovely time, if you'd rather just worship me for a few hours -"

"...that's tempting! I am tempted! But we should not spend hours here, we still have to walk."

"Oh, I wasn't being serious."

He pauses, still breathing heavily.

"It is? Tempting?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Oh."

He licks his lips absently.

"That's... good to know. But right now, we've got plans." He hesitates. "Right?"

Taharqi gets to his feet, keeping his left hand on Tintin's crotch, lightly caressing Tintin's labia with his middle finger, and he looks right into Tintin's eyes. "The plans being," he says, and then he positions the tip of his dick right at Tintin's entrance while he uses his right thumb to trace circles around the tip of Tintin's cock. He doesn't complete his sentence, and just keeps looking at Tintin with a half-smile on his face.